He was thinking that the way she had responded to his own kiss hadn't meant what he had believed it had.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

He stood watching the girl, wondering what was coming next.

But her prettiness was what he had noticed first, and all the other things had come afterward: cruelty, meanness, self-will.

That girl last night, what was her name??

The town was about what Wilson expected: one main street with its rows of false-fronted buildings, a water tower, a few warehouses, a single hotel ; ;

I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.

He had looked over my forms and was impressed by what he had seen there ; ;

Was I sure, he asked, that I knew what I was applying for??

Facing the forest now, she who had not dared to enter it before, walked between two trees at random and headed in what she believed was the direction of the pool.

But she'd known plenty of handsomer guys, and, conceding his good looks, what was there left??

Now, he could only play the last card in what was probably the world's coldest deck.

He had found Curt's weakness, or what to Jess was a weakness, and was smart enough to take advantage of it.

He knew now what he was up against.

Forced to realize that this was the end of a very short line I scanned a road marker and discovered what the end of a slightly longer line would be for the old Mexican: Moriarty, New Mexico.

At once my ears were drowned by a flow of what I took to be Spanish, but -- the driver's white teeth flashing at me, the road wildly veering beyond his glistening hair, beyond his gesticulating bottle -- it could have been the purest Oxford English I was half hearing ; ;

Anyway, it was evident what he had in mind ''.

As far as I was concerned, she had already and had dandily shown what she could do.

I myself was fond of him but what a young woman half his age saw in him was a mystery to me.

Our lifeboat was filling rapidly and despite what I had heard of the inhabitants of Eromonga, I was glad to see a long and graceful outrigger manned by three bronzed girls glide out of a lagoon into the open sea and toward our craft.

What had caught his attention was obscured by the car itself, so that neither the girl nor the truck drivers could see, but Benson knew what it was.

The trouble with all these doctrinal quarrels is that we hear only one side of the story: what, in the secret councils of the Kremlin, Molotov had really proposed, we just don't know, and he has had no chance to reply.

I wrote a few years ago that one of the cardinal rules of writing is that the reader should be able to get some idea of what the story is about.

As said by the officer in the story, " In this age of Realien advancement, who knows what goes on in the mind of those responsible for these mechanical dolls.

Using what became one of van Vogt's recurring themes, it told the story of a 9-year-old superman living in a world in which his kind are slain by Homo sapiens.

Looking back on this period ( in 1926 ) Milne observed that when he told his agent that he was going to write a detective story, he was told that what the country wanted from a " Punch humorist " was a humorous story ; when two years later he said he was writing nursery rhymes, his agent and publisher were convinced he should write another detective story ; and after another two years he was being told that writing a detective story would be in the worst of taste given the demand for children's books.

:" To this day Harold is not quite sure what made him suddenly pour out the whole story to a little man to whom he had only spoken a few minutes before.

In the short story The Chocolate Box ( 1923 ) Poirot provides Captain Arthur Hastings with an account of what he considers to be his only failure.

He declares at the start: " No matter what sort he is, everyone who has to his credit what are or really seem great achievements, if he cares for truth and goodness, ought to write the story of his own life in his own hand ; but no one should venture on such a splendid undertaking before he is over forty.

In Gregory ’ s day, history was not recognized as an independent field of study ; it was a branch of grammar or rhetoric, and historia ( defined as ‘ story ’) summed up the approach of the learned when they wrote what was, at that time, considered ‘ history .’ Gregory ’ s Dialogues Book Two, then, an authentic medieval hagiography cast as a conversation between the Pope and his deacon Peter, is designed to teach spiritual lessons.

The book is as intriguing for the themes it leaves out as for what it includes: the ark of the covenant, which is given so much importance in the stories of Moses and Joshua, is almost entirely missing, cooperation between the various tribes is limited, and there is no mention of a central shrine for worship or of a high priest ( the office to which Aaron was appointed at the end of the Exodus story ).

Another story, as told by the general's secretary Bourienne claims that Bonaparte was almost overcome by the news and exclaimed " Unfortunate Brueys, what have you done!

If he felt out of ideas on what to do with the story, he would often take a break from the shoot that could last for days, while keeping the studio ready for when he felt inspired again.

The story ends on a cliffhanger with several questions left unanswered regarding the merging of the Honored Matres and Bene Gesserit, the fates of those on the escaped no-ship ( including the role of Scytale, the development of Idaho and Teg, and the role of the Jews ), the identity of the god-like characters in the book's final chapter and the ultimate mystery of what chased the Honored Matres back into the Old Empire.

BBC television's Nationwide programme investigated the case in 1971, but Elsie stuck to her story: " I've told you that they're photographs of figments of our imagination, and that's what I'm sticking to ".

A fan of Philip K. Dick, author of " We Can Remember it For You Wholesale ," the short story upon which the film was based, Cronenberg related ( in the biography / overview of his work, Cronenberg on Cronenberg ) that his dissatisfaction with what he envisioned the film to be and what it ended up being pained him so greatly that for a time, he suffered a migraine just thinking about it, akin to a needle piercing his eye.

The substory was either managed and park-like, with understory less than 0. 5 metres in height, or consisted of what he called " Cocos Bon-Dieu " –&# 32 ; an intermediate story of juvenile trees and a luxuriant ground layer of self-sown seedlings –&# 32 ; causing those areas to be relatively impenetrable.

A whole group of people, literally everyone, believed a version of the world that was entirely wrong, and my accidental investigation of the story provided a different version of what happened.

Much of what is known of Allen's captivity is known only from his own account of the time ; where contemporary records are available, they tend to confirm those aspects of his story.

Dionysius of Halicarnassus ( book 1 ) rejected this account of the people he called the Tyrrhenians, partly on the authority of Xanthus, a Lydian historian, who had no knowledge of the story, and partly on what he judged to be the different languages, laws, and religions of the two peoples.

`` Who are you and what happened to you ''??

That's what you wanted, isn't it??

When suitably lighted, what would it look like??

My future lay solely with the hall, yet what did I know about the hall at this point??

`` How -- with what??

She placed her palms, fingers outspread, on the desk in an odd gesture as if to say, `` Now, what next ''??

`` But now what ''??

Without money or property, what would you have had at Baton Rouge ''??

`` But what is it ''??

But what is it??